Okay, so I’ve been messing around with this whole Chiron in Libra thing, and let me tell you, it’s been a journey. I started by, well, I guess you could say I tripped and stumbled into it. I didn’t even really know what Chiron was, let alone what it meant to have it in Libra. I just kept seeing it pop up in astrology groups and stuff, and finally, my curiosity got the better of me.
My first step was hitting up Google, obviously. I mean, where else do you go when you’re completely clueless? I typed in “Chiron in Libra” and…bam! A whole bunch of stuff I didn’t understand. Astrological jargon everywhere. It was like reading a foreign language.
But I’m stubborn, so I kept at it. I started with the basics. I found out that Chiron, like, represents your deepest wounds and how you heal them. And Libra? That’s all about relationships, balance, and fairness. So, putting two and two together, Chiron in Libra probably means something about relationship wounds. Bingo!
Then things got a little more personal. I started to reflect on my own life. I thought about all my past relationships – romantic ones, friendships, family…everything. I really tried to dig deep and identify any patterns, any recurring issues, any, you know, wounds.
Journaling My Feels
- It became clear fast that fear of rejection had been a long time issue.
- So was my tendecy to people please.
- And sometimes I was a bit…too confrontational.
It was kinda painful, honestly. I had to confront some stuff I’d been avoiding for a long time. I realized I had a tendency to either put others’ needs way before my own, or I’d get super defensive and push people away. Basically, I was a mess when it came to relating to people.
I even journaled my feelings. Pages and Pages of Feelings. And it was hard, but I kept on writing.
But here’s the cool part: once I recognized those patterns, I could start to work on them. I started, like, actively trying to be more aware of my behavior in relationships. When I felt myself slipping into people-pleasing mode, I’d pause and ask myself, “What do I actually want?” When I felt that defensive wall going up, I’d take a deep breath and try to communicate more openly, even if it felt scary.
It’s still a work in progress, no doubt. I’m definitely not “healed” overnight. But I’m learning. I’m growing. And I’m becoming more conscious of how I relate to others. And that, my friends, feels pretty darn good. It’s like I’m slowly, slowly becoming a better version of myself, one awkward interaction at a time.
